I feel like I've left a lot of things unsaid. For the younger viewers, that was for you. Also, I don't know how my audience (you awesome people) will react. If you don't like swearing or intimate scenes, then this is not for you. Disclaimer, yada yada yada, credits to the people that made this, they're awesome and I love basketball. Do any of you guys play it? I do and I love it. How do you relate to characters? Review and I love you. :)

It was completely and utterly Kagami's fault. It hadn't been his suggestion to do a keg stand; and it most certainly wasn't his fault that they had tipped it over. It was Kagami who had exclaimed the Hyuuga and Teppei were leaving together, which surprised him so much that he had let go of Kagami and sent him and the kegs crashing to the ground. Certainly wasn't his fault, and it felt good to put the blame on Kagami. Whiny bitch deserved it, anyway.

Yet, together, Akashi had kicked them out of the house and into the empty garden. It was fucking freezing, and their breath made little clouds in the dark sky. Kagami was warm – Aomine wanted nothing less than to receive a passionate embrace from him, but that was stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Like him. Kagami wouldn't love him – the idea was fucking ridiculous, and made Aomine want to laugh with hollow laughter.

"Shit," Kagami cursed, kicking over an offending gnome. "Your fault. You dropped me. That hurt like hell! And now we got fucking kicked out! No alcohol out here, you little shit."

"Not my fucking fault!"

"Yes it was! You fucking dropped me!"

"You fucking distracted me!"

Kagami cursed again, and Aomine allowed himself a small glance at him. He was tall, taller than himself, with deliciously deep red hair. His arms and legs were like iron; melded into works of art, pristine and strong. Kagami's skin shone in the moonlight, like pearls on a frosty shore. Aomine didn't know how long he'd loved him – no, had an interest in him. Aomine was above such things as love, but he couldn't deny there was an attraction he felt towards the beast of a man. Who wouldn't feel attracted – those arms, contortions of muscles, weaving like a thick rope. Those large hands, rough from playing basketball, and that attitude. He was perfect, and Aomine hated himself for thinking like that.

"Yeah, well," Kagami grunted, "whatever." Kagami stumbled, and sprawled on a bench that was almost concealed by the bushes. Aomine could empathise; alcohol could have that effect. Aomine himself felt drowsed by the constitution of it – he felt separated from his body and couldn't give a fuck to what was going on.

Drawing his arms around him to keep out the cold, Aomine considered two things. One: would Kagami remember this night and two: would he? Torn between the two things, he made sure he kept his distance when he fell on the bench next to Kagami and looked up into the sky. He was too drunk to appreciate the beauty of the night, but if he had been, the beauty could only rival that of Kagami's, in his eyes. The night was clear, and although frosty, brought feelings of warmth. The sky was scattered with stars that glimmered with hope and secrets. The distant noise of the house vibrated clumsily. Around him, the trees hung low speckled with frost, the faint outline of the shadows casting dancing puppets on the ground. The pathway was littered with pine needles, yet the hedges were sculpted and well kept.

"Trust that rich bastard," Aomine said absent-mindedly, fingering the plant at the end of the bench. The leaves were hard with frost, but they bent easily under his strong hands. Akashi had everything, and from what he could tell, he even had a lover. If only it were that easy with Kagami. Aomine had nurtured and grown an interest for the red headed man when they were younger. His delight when he could beat Kagami easily and his passion when he lost only added fire to the secret love. He detested himself everyday for it and hated himself for his growing desire. Tonight had been his chance to appease those feelings by allowing himself to screw Kagami, but those feelings only exploded with fire and love when he even allowed himself to get close. It was all or nothing. He valued Kagami was a companion, and as an opponent. He refused to even think about the consequences of his would-be actions.

"Yeah," Kagami drawled, a little dazed as he slipped about on his seat again, looking for a strong foothold.

"You drunk?"

"Fuck yeah." Kagami's face suddenly shone in the moonlight, his red fire eyes heating up. He tried to stand but fell back down. Kagami cursed and slid to the ground, the pebbles of the garden crunching under the weight of his body. "Tell me, Daiki, where are we again?"

Daiki. Oh god. He actually called me Daiki.

Aomine slid next to him on the ground and glanced up at the sky. Hazy stars scattered the night. If Kagami – or Taiga – didn't know where he was, then he might not remember what I want to do. Fuck it, he concluded, and straddled Kagami, fingers and hands roaming Kagami's shoulders with anticipation.

"Well, Taiga," he said huskily, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "who the fuck cares?" He wrenched Kagami upwards and met no resistance. It was most likely that his big Taiga was drunk, but it felt nice to be powerful. He pushed himself against Kagami's broad chest and let his tongue wonder the uncharted terrain of Kagami's lips and mouth, letting no passion be wasted. With thunderous approval Kagami answered with enthusiasm and over-powered Aomine, leaving himself on top and his love interest sprawled on the ground, questions dancing in his eyes.

"I've never fucked someone out side before," Kagami murmured, his breath tickling Aomine's face. Frozen like a deer in the headlamps, Aomine found he couldn't move his limbs and remained under Kagami's command.

"What is it, Daiki?" Kagami's voice turned teasing, and it made Aomine tingle with anticipation. "Lost the will to live?"

"No," he stuttered, face turning to turn red from his friend's closeness. Kagami laughed again, his hands releasing his Daiki's wrists and sliding tentatively down to his waist.

"You sure?"

Aomine nodded furiously.

"Prove it." When Kagami didn't get a response, he leaned forward and kissed the side of Aomine's mouth, working his way downwards to the base of his neck. "Let me fuck you."

The words sent shivers down his spine and he gasped at the bluntness. He was furiously turned on and shaking with excitement. In a few moments, his world had become golden and he was elated? Was this seriously happening?

"Let me fuck you," Kagami said again, moving his hands lower down Aomine's body, and pulling him up. He pushed Aomine against a wall that cut off the garden to the main house, his breathing becoming more intense and heated.

Aomine wanted to scream yes. This was what he wanted.

"Are you sure? There's no going back."

Aomine was sure. This was what he wanted, after all.

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